Note to readers. All characters are over 18. It contains a virgin, a stud, a wife, and her husband. This is a re-write of one of my first stories, I hope you enjoy it.
My name is Robbie, looks-wise I'm tall and lanky, awkward, with curly brown hair usually too long, and up to last weekend, a virgin College sophomore. I learned when you are single with few friends, meeting a woman is hard, meeting one that will touch your dick is harder, and the fact that I was a poor, scruffy underclassman was not helping.
Between class schedule, part-time work, and no real social outlet, I found myself stressed at school, so when I learned about a weekend scuba trip to a nearby quarry "Lake Lumiere", I signed up. I'd been "Open Water" certified in high school, but out of practice, I was looking forward to a little adventure.
Saturday morning at sunrise, the charter bus dropped us off at the Quarry's dive shop, I grabbed my rental wet suit, fins, and other gear and headed for the showers to change. There was a bank of 6 doors in the cinder block building on the "Men's" side, and the same behind them for women. The stalls were tiny shower/toilet/sink rooms, barely large enough for two, but room enough to change. Most of the doors were closed or marked "Occupied", but there was one door on the end slightly ajar, so I pushed my way in.
"Get in here and shut that door!" I heard a man's voice. My eyes were adjusting to the interior light but I reflexively obeyed, turning to lock the door behind me. When I turned around I saw this naked guy in the shower, his cock deep in a bent-over woman facing away from me, she was holding onto the shower wall for dear life. Her wet suit was unzipped past her ass, and she was moaning with pleasure: "Don't stop! Fuck me! I need your cock in me! Fuck! Fuck!" The shower guy was only too eager to keep going, his lean, muscled frame covered in hair, but you could see his six-pack abs and big chest flexing even as he pumped in and out of her, making her squeal and grunt. I tried to look away but stared as if I was watching it on my laptop.
The shower guy was pounding her hard, then he grunted "Ugh ugh ugh UGH!" and I guess he climaxed, ejaculated, his cock slowly pumping away at her pussy. Just as she cried out "Oh, god, yes!" in ecstasy I heard a banging on the door and some other guy yelling "Sandy? Sandy, are you in there?" The woman whispered "Shit, it's my husband!" and then semi-stood up and looked over my way, noticing I was there for the first time. She had a swimmer's body, but big boobs, red hair, maybe in her early 30s, a very hot MILF in retrospect. Her face went from a post-orgasmic bliss to a mild shock at seeing me look over at them.
"Who the fuck is he?" she whispered to the guy still balls deep in her dripping cunt. He pulled out and zipped up her wet suit, kissed her, smiled, and said "Trust me." He reached up and unlocked one of the narrow frosted windows over the shower, and boosted her up. She was shapely, even with her with big tits stuffed into her wet suit. She looked around to see if it was clear, whispered "See you later, stud." and shimmied herself out the window, lowering herself down and I heard sounds of footsteps running away.
The nude guy didn't move to get dressed or cover-up. Laid back for a guy who just nailed a married woman; whose husband was right outside, pounding on the door. He looked very relaxed, then smiled at me, saying: "Open the door, bud?" so I, still a little stunned, unlocked the door and cracked it open. The guy outside pushed it open and asked "Sandy? Are you in there?" Almost knocking me over. I heard a voice behind me say "No "Sandy" here, but you can come it." Looking over my shoulder, Sandy's husband made a disgusted face, then looked and me and shook his head, moving backward until he turned and left.
I shut and locked the door, and turned to see the shower guy was still nude, then I noticed his semi-hard cock was wet and dripping cum onto the floor as he pulled his condom off. I looked at his face in horror. He grinned and said "Hi, I'm Tony" extending his hand to shake.
I was still dumbfounded, it must have been visible in my face. Tony lowered his hand and started to pull on his wet suit. "Your name is?" he asked. "Robbie" I managed to say, still not sure what was happening.
"Well, Robbie, you did a good thing just now, I owe you a favor."
"A favor?" I asked, "That dude thinks I'm gay! The whole camp might too!" I blurted out. Tony looked at me and asked, "She was pretty hot, wasn't she?" I nodded. He continued "Do you want to taste her pussy?" I nodded. Tony then wagged his big, still dripping cock toward me and said "She came all over my dick, go for it!"
I must have looked appalled, Tony just laughed and pulled his wet suit up over his waist. "Robbie, you look pretty straight to me. But, playing gay just kept me out of a lot of trouble, so I'll make it up to you. Trust me."
I shrugged and returned to getting ready, pulling my wet suit on. I looked over at Tony, he was my height, maybe a little more, a little older, not much, with thick brown well well-kept hair on his head. Big arms, broad shoulders, hairy. A toothy but warm smile. He was one of those laid-back handsome types, the kind people liked immediately.
Tony asked me "Do you have a dive partner today?" I shook my head "No". He smiled and slapped my back "You do now!"
The morning diving turned out awesome, the quarry was cold but the water clear and full of all kinds of fish, and sunken vehicles to explore. Tony was an experienced diver, giving me tips and suggestions and we were quick friends. We didn't see Sandy all morning, but did get a lot of attention from other girls, Tony just naturally attracted them; he'd jump out of the water onto the dock, unzip his wet suit and flex a little in the sun, and Boom! Girls. They'd make any excuse to talk with him, and he seemed to thrive on the attention. After a while, I got comfortable doing "Wingman" duties, as it was a great ice-breaker and I think I talked to more girls that day than my entire life before this moment. It felt great.
At lunchtime, we dropped off our scuba tanks for an air refill and talked. "OK, who is Sandy?" I asked. "Honestly? Tony admitted, "I was looking for an open room to change, and she came up to me asking for help with her wet suit zipper, I noticed a ring on her finger but we talked and the next thing I know she's kissing me and rubbing my dick. I barely got my rubber on before she bent over and slid my dick up into her (very tight!) pussy! A minute later you showed up!" He acted like this was an ordinary morning for him, so I let it drop.
After lunch, we explored the quarry until our tanks were almost out of air, and packed our gear up, dropping off our tanks at the rental shop. Again, several girls from college would stop and chat, happy to talk with Tony and his friend, as if I got better looking by association. We had a great time, I didn't notice Tony had disappeared for a while but then showed up with two take-out boxes of burgers and fries, saying "I've got a beer at the tent, come on!"
He had pitched his tent next to his vintage red Mustang convertible, a real beauty. We sat nearby and talked more, Tony offered me tips to meet and socialize with women, what the best cars were, the best places he's ever gone scuba diving, and the many times a boyfriend or husband almost caught him fucking their wife or date. He was so casual about it as if it happened to everyone. I listened and hoped to remember his tips and advice. Before long the sun set and we lit a small campfire. There were the sounds of parties, radios blaring music, and cars as they returned from dinner or left the park. It was a great evening.
Tony checked his watch and said, "Sandy will be by soon, she told me her husband drinks and passes out not too long after dark." I was impressed, he knew how to read people, that was certain.
"Look," Tony said, "Stay out here for 15 minutes or so after she's in the tent, then come on in." I must have looked puzzled, but he winked and said "You'll know what to do."
Sure enough, as the sun set and the sound of crickets grew louder, we heard Sandy calling out "Tony?" softly, and he got up to greet her. I stayed in the shadows as he told me, watching them kiss and her hands going to his ass and balls while he squeezed her gravity-defying tits over the long t-shirt she wore. Her red hair was in a ponytail and she kicked off the beat-up sneakers she wore. She roughly pulled his swim trunks down, he stepped out of them and his semi-hard cock bounced and swayed, to her delight. Eagerly, without even looking around, he led her into the tent.
Almost instantly, I could hear the unmistakable sounds of her slobbering on his cock, and him moaning and encouraging her. "Suck that cock, Sandy, lick my balls!"
Sandy replied between gasps of air "Your balls are so good, I love your cock, it's so big! I'm hungry for your cum!" She squealed and gagged as Tony fucked her mouth, making sloppy wet sounds. A few minutes later, I heard her say "Oh, yes, your big cock fills my pussy so much! Yes! Deeper! Fuck me! Oh, yes, yes!" Then Tony: "You're pussy is so tight! Oh, Oh, I'm close!" I never listened to real people having sex before, it was different than porn, that's for sure, more spontaneous, or real, maybe passionate? It's hard to say. It was getting me hard, though. This went on for a while until I heard her cry out, and Tony grunted "I'm cuming!" and she replied, "Fill my pussy, stud!" I suddenly remembered Tony wanted me to come into the tent, and even though I was apprehensive, I didn't want to chicken out now.